挫折まみれ 流行のまぎれ
幸せなふりをして歌う
もっと走れと言い聞かして
無謀にもそっと風の上へ

来た道を一瞥　ゆとりは御免
四面楚歌 参戦に次ぐ
one game
「山あり谷あり崖あり」
塵は積もっていく

果てしない旅を途中で
街のはずれに立ち寄る
疲れた両足を
そっと投げ出して寝転ぶと
繰り返される浅い眠り
何度も同じあの横顔
何度も同じあの言葉を・・・
「生きてるだけで悲しいと想うのは
私だけなの？」と

タバコの煙が宙をうねり
虚ろに消える
きっとまだ力なき幼き日々に

見なくて言い悲しみを
見てきた君は今
こらえなくていい涙を
こらえて過ごしてる
ほんとのことだけで
生きてゆけるほど
僕らは強くないさ
強くなくていい　いい？

持ち上げた瞼 世界は春だ
桜色に風をかきわけて
遥か彼方へ向かう途中
この菜の花畑に君はいたのかな

この空に鳥の白い羽ばたきを
僕が探す間きっと
君は大地に耳を澄まし
蟻の黒い足音を探したんだろうな
ピエロのような仮面を剥いで
太陽に忘れられた丘に立ち

月の光を浴びて深く息を吸う
皿の割れる音も怒鳴り声もない世界
温もりがなくったて生きてゆけるさ
だけど僕ら生きてるだけじゃ足りなくて

芽吹く大地や 分厚い幹や
消え去る虹や 過ぎ去る日々や
夜空のスピカ 四季の不思議が
教えてくれた
真実を探し続ける僕らに

どこまで旅をしても 命の始まりは
生きて愛されたいと泣いた1人の赤子
ここではないどこかを目指す理由とは
心ではないどこかに
答えはないと知るため

Smeared with frustration and distracted by fads
I pretend to be happy and sing
I run further recklessly and quietly to where the wind is blowing
As I glance at the road which I came from with time to spare with all the declining enemies surrounding me
What comes after a war is one game
“There’s a mountain, valley, cliff”
and the dust keeps piling up
In the middle of my endless journey, on the outskirts of town I stopped by for a short visit
My tired legs collapse, I lie down and repeat my shallow sleep
I see that same profile over and over, I hear those same words over and over?
The girl who asked “Is it just me who thinks life is just sad?”

The tobacco smoke floating in the air
Fading into emptiness into the day where you’re still powerless and young

Now having witnessed sadness that you didn’t need to see
And holding in tears that don’t have to be held in
We may not be tough enough to live by truth alone
but you know, do we need to be? Do we?

When my eyelids were lifted up, the world was spring and the cherry blossom-coloured wind was pushed aside
On the way to the destination of the far away other side, I wonder if you were in this field of ripe blossoms
I can search for a white, flapping bird in this sky at this time, certainly
You listen carefully to the ground and search for the black ant’s footsteps at the same time, don’t you?

Tearing off a disguise like a clown’s, standing on a hill which the sun forgot

Basking in the light of the moon, taking a deep breath
In a world where there’s no yelling voice or sound of the plates breaking
Without sharing warmth, life can continue
However, just living is not enough for us

The budding ground, the thick trunk, the disappearing rainbow, the passing days,
The night sky’s Spica, the four season’s mystery, they taught us how to continue searching for the truth

No matter how far we travel, the start of life
Is a lonely baby who cried out to live and be loved
Our reason to continue leaving here for somewhere else
Is because it is needed in order to see that there is no answer anywhere other then in the heart